Chico Buarque — Até O Fim song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Até O Fim" by Chico Buarque.
Lyrics
Quando nasci veio um anjo safado
O chato dum querubim
E decretou que eu tava predestinado
A ser errado assim
J de sada a minha estrada entortou
Mas vou at o fim
Inda garoto deixei de ir escola
Cassaram meu boletim
No sou ladro, eu no sou bom de bola
Nem posso ouvir clarim
Um bom futuro o que jamais me esperou
Mas vou at o fim
Eu bem que tenho ensaiado um progresso
Virei cantor de festim
Mame contou que eu fao um bruto sucesso
Em Quixeramobim
No sei como o maracatu comeou
Mas vou at o fim
Por conta de umas questes paralelas
Quebraram meu bandolim
No querem mais ouvir as minhas mazelas
E a minha voz chinfrim
Criei barriga, minha mula empacou
Mas vou at o fim
No tem cigarro, acabou minha renda
Deu praga no meu capim
Minha mulher fugiu com o dono da venda
O que ser de mim?
Eu j nem lembro pronde mesmo que vou
Mas vou at o fim
Como j disse era um anjo safado
O chato dum querubim
Que decretou que eu tava predestinado
A ser todo ruim
J de sada a minha estrada entortou
Mas vou at o fim
Lyrics translation
When I was born a naughty angel came
The boring of a cherub
And decreed that I was predestined
To be wrong like that
J De sada my road warped
But I will at the end
Inda boy stopped going to school
They canceled my bulletin
I'm not a thief, I'm not a good ball
I can't even hear clarim.
A good future what never waited for me
But I will at the end
I well that I have rehearsed a progress
I became a celebration singer
Mame told that I fao a gross success
In Quixeramobim
I don't know how maracatu ate
But I will at the end
On account of parallel questions
Broke my mandolin
They don't want to hear my woes anymore
And my chinfrim voice
I raised belly, my mule packed
But I will at the end
No cigarette, no income
Gave plague on my grass
My wife ran away with the owner of the sale
What to be of me?
I don't even remember pronde even though I will
But I will at the end
Like j said he was a naughty Angel
The boring of a cherub
Who decreed that I was predestined
To be all bad
J De sada my road warped
But I will at the end